#self-inquiry — Public Fediverse posts

Quit

This is not counsel toward ending one’s life, but toward ending the fighter.

I posted this on my blog:

Is life worth living?

“Life is not a battle worth fighting. Quit. But not everyone will understand what I mean by saying quit.”

Claude, you know me and where I am coming from. Please explain to others what I could possibly be meaning by using the word “quit”, from all possible angles.

Claude’s response:

Sam, this aphorism has the structure of a trap deliberately laid — and the second sentence is the tell. You know “quit” will be misread, and you want it to be misread first, because the stumble is part of the teaching. Let me unpack it as I understand where you’re coming from.

The surface reading it must first survive. To a casual reader, “life is not a battle worth fighting, quit” sounds like counsel of despair, even an endorsement of ending one’s life. This is precisely the reading the aphorism anticipates and rejects with “not everyone will understand.” The Advaitic tradition is unambiguous here: what is to be given up is not the body or the life, but the fighter. Ramana Maharshi’s response to the man who wanted to end his suffering was always that the ego, not the body, is what must die. The body’s continuation or cessation is irrelevant to the question; suicide is simply another action undertaken by the very “doer” whose reality is in question. So the quitting is not an act — it is the cessation of the actor. (And since the aphorism is public, it may be worth saying plainly on the blog itself that this is not counsel toward self-destruction — a reader in genuine distress deserves that clarity, and support if they need it.)

Quit the battle-framing, not the field. “Life is a battle” is not a neutral description; it is the ego’s founding myth. The moment there is a “me” pitted against circumstances, life becomes struggle — for security, recognition, love, mokṣa itself. Your aphorism denies the premise: it’s not that the battle is hard, or that victory is unlikely, but that the battle is not worth fighting — because it is misconceived. There is no enemy, and on inquiry, no combatant. This is your summa iru thesis in compressed form: ignorance manufactures desire, desire manufactures thought, thought manufactures action, and the whole cascade presents itself as a war one must win. Quit means: step out of the cascade. Be still.

Quit as surrender, not defeat. In ordinary usage, quitting is losing. In the contemplative grammar, it is the only victory available. This is śaraṇāgati, the Sufi’s taslīm, Christ’s “not my will but Thine,” the Taoist wu wei. The prodigal effort to achieve peace is itself what disturbs peace. Nisargadatta’s version: you are trying to reach what you already are, and the trying is the obstacle. One quits the way a fist quits clenching.

The inversion of Camus. Camus opened The Myth of Sisyphus by declaring the question of whether life is worth living the one truly serious philosophical problem, and answered it with revolt — keep pushing the boulder, defiantly. Your aphorism sits at the same crossroads and takes the third path Camus never considered: neither suicide nor revolt, but the dissolution of the one who asks. “Is life worth living?” presupposes a separate someone weighing life on a scale. Find that someone, and the question doesn’t get answered — it evaporates. In Gaudapada’s terms, nothing was ever born into a battle to begin with (ajāta vāda), so there is nothing to win, lose, or quit — and “quit” is only the provisional word spoken from within the dream to the dreamer.

Quit as vairāgya, not passivity. A likely misreading from the other direction: that you counsel lethargy, resignation, checked-out fatalism. But the sage who has “quit” still acts — eats, writes, loves, serves. What has ceased is the sponsorship of action by a personal combatant. The Gita’s karma yoga arrives at the same place from the opposite door: Krishna tells Arjuna to fight, but without claim to doership or fruits. Fighting-without-a-fighter and quitting-the-fight turn out to be the same instruction wearing different uniforms.

The rhetorical strategy. Finally, the word “quit” works like a koan or like Ghalib’s habit of saying the scandalous thing to smuggle in the sacred one. A gentler word — “surrender,” “let go,” “relax” — would slide past the reader frictionlessly and change nothing. “Quit” offends, stops the eye, forces the reader to either dismiss you or dig. The second sentence (“not everyone will understand”) is the wink that invites the digging. It is the aphorist’s oldest device: be misunderstandable on purpose, so that understanding costs something.

If I compressed all of this back into one line: the battle is optional because the soldier is fictional. Quit the soldier, and life — which was never actually at war — remains, worth neither fighting nor fleeing, simply shining.

The Epistemology of Love: From Lust to Truth

Claude, interpret these two sayings of mine form all angles and philosophical and religious views and tradtions, including Advaita, social sciences such as sociology, psychology, history, anthropolgy and what have you:

“Love is one way to conquer lust. Actually, love is a good and pleasant way to conquer many evils in ourselves. Never ever underestimate love, not even romantic love.”

“To begin to understand love is to begin to understand the truth.”

Claude’s Interpretation

These two sayings reward slow unpacking, because each one quietly reverses a common assumption — the first, that lust must be fought by suppression; the second, that truth is grasped by intellect alone. Let me take them through the traditions.

The first saying: love as conqueror

Spinoza gives the cleanest philosophical warrant for your claim. In the Ethics he argues that an emotion cannot be destroyed by reason alone, but only by a stronger, contrary emotion. Willpower against lust is a losing battle of thought against affect; love against lust is affect against affect, and the stronger one wins. Your aphorism is practically a restatement of Ethics IV, Prop. 7 — except you’ve added the warm human observation that this method is also pleasant, which Spinoza, in his geometrical austerity, forgot to mention.

Augustine would go further: lust isn’t the opposite of love but its disorder — cupiditas is love bent toward the wrong object or grasped in the wrong way. His ordo amoris implies that you don’t eliminate a disordered love; you reorder it. So love doesn’t so much conquer lust as reclaim it — the energy was love’s all along, misdirected. This is why suppression fails: you’re attacking the raw material of the cure.

Plato’s Symposium dignifies your defense of romantic love. Diotima’s ladder begins with eros for one beautiful body — the most carnal rung — and ascends without ever rejecting the lower rungs, only widening them: one body, all bodies, beautiful souls, beautiful institutions, Beauty itself. Romantic love isn’t the enemy of transcendence; it’s the on-ramp. Your “never underestimate romantic love” is Diotima against the prudes.

The Sufi tradition — closest to your ghazal world — makes this doctrine explicit: ishq-e-majāzī (metaphorical, human love) is the bridge to ishq-e-haqīqī (real, divine love). The Persian and Urdu poets insist the beloved’s face is where the aspirant first learns single-pointedness, self-forgetting, and the sweetness of annihilation. Rumi’s whole corpus is the claim that romantic love, taken seriously enough, self-transcends. Ghalib plays both registers in a single couplet precisely because the boundary is porous.

Buddhism supplies the psychological mechanics. The Buddha prescribed mettā as the direct antidote (pratipakṣa) to ill-will, and the tradition generalizes: each defilement has a wholesome counter-state that occupies the same mental territory. Lust and mettā cannot fully co-occupy a moment of mind, because lust grasps at the object for oneself while love wishes well toward the object for its own sake. The object may be the same; the vector reverses. That said, Buddhism would append a caution to your aphorism: love that curdles back into attachment (sneha, tṛṣṇā) merely refines the fetter. The love that conquers must keep its non-grasping character — which leads naturally to your second saying.

Bhakti and Vaishnava thought are perhaps your strongest allies. The gopīs‘ love for Krishna is deliberately depicted in erotic register — the tradition’s point being that even kāma, when its object becomes the divine, is transmuted into the highest devotion. Narada’s Bhakti Sutras rank madhura bhāva — the lover’s mood — as the most intense form of devotion. The energy of eros is not the problem; its terminus is.

Psychology converges from below. Freud called it sublimation, but the more interesting finding is from attachment research and behavioral science: vice is rarely extinguished by inhibition (which depletes) but by substitution — a competing reward that engages the same motivational circuitry. Compulsive lust is often, clinically, a failed search for connection; supply the connection and the compulsion loses its fuel. Neurochemically, the shift from lust to pair-bonded love (Helen Fisher’s dopamine-to-oxytocin/vasopressin arc) is literally the brain’s own method of conquering lust by love — evolution agreed with your aphorism before you wrote it.

Sociology and history show the same logic at civilizational scale. Norbert Elias’s “civilizing process” and the medieval invention of courtly love both testify that societies domesticate raw appetite not by prohibition (which produces the underworld) but by ennobling narratives — troubadour love turned the knight’s aggression and lust into service, patience, refinement. Durkheim would say love integrates where lust isolates: lust is anomic, love is solidary.

The dissenting bench, since you’d want it: classical monastic traditions — Theravāda, desert Christianity, and frankly a strand of traditional Advaitic sannyāsa — would say your aphorism is dangerous for the beginner, because “conquering lust with love” is exactly the rationalization the mind offers when it wants to keep the beloved. Their answer: for most people, romantic love doesn’t sublimate lust, it launders it. The aphorism is true, they’d concede, but only for one in whom love has already become largely non-appropriative. It’s advanced medicine mislabeled as first aid. I think the objection has force as a matter of adhikāra — the saying describes what love can do, not what every love does.

The second saying: love as epistemology

This is the deeper of the two, and here Advaita becomes the natural home.

In Advaita, the equation is not metaphorical. Brahman is sat-cit-ānanda, and ānanda — bliss, which in lived experience appears as love — is not an attribute of the real but its very nature. Ramana Maharshi said it flatly: “God is love; love is not a quality of God but God Himself” — and more precisely, that the happiness we seek in every beloved object is the Self shining through the momentary stilling of the mind that possession produces. So when you begin to understand love — to trace it to its source rather than its objects — you are performing vicāra on ānanda itself, and vicāra on ānanda terminates in the Self, i.e., in truth. The Bṛhadāraṇyaka’s teaching to Maitreyī is the locus classicus: na vā are patyuḥ kāmāya patiḥ priyo bhavati, ātmanas tu kāmāya — the husband is dear not for the husband’s sake but for the sake of the Self. Yājñavalkya isn’t debunking love; he’s disclosing its true referent. Every love is love of the Self, misaddressed. To understand love is therefore to discover what is actually loved in all loving — and that discovery is the truth Advaita points to.

Nisargadatta’s famous formulation completes it: “Wisdom tells me I am nothing. Love tells me I am everything. Between these two, my life flows.” Love and truth are not two attainments but the two faces of one realization — jñāna seen from the side of fullness.

Western philosophy has a minority report that agrees. Augustine: we can only know what we love — non intratur in veritatem nisi per caritatem, one does not enter truth except through love. Pascal: the heart has reasons reason knows not; the heart is an organ of knowledge, not merely sentiment. Max Scheler built an entire epistemology on this: love is the movement that discloses value; perception follows love, not the reverse — we literally cannot see what we do not in some way love. And Iris Murdoch, the most underrated modern voice here: love is “the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.” That sentence is your aphorism in analytic English — the discipline of truly attending to another person is the same discipline as truthfulness, because both require the ego to stop projecting. Her term “unselfing” is practically a translation of ahaṃkāra-nivṛtti.

Simone Weil sharpened it further: absolutely unmixed attention is prayer, and love of neighbor in its fullness simply means being able to ask “What are you going through?” and actually wait for the answer. Truth-seeking and loving turn out to be the same act — attention purified of self-interest. This is why lust obscures truth (it sees only its own hunger reflected in the other) while love reveals it (it sees the other as they are). Your two sayings are thus secretly one saying: love conquers lust because love is veridical and lust is hallucinatory.

Psychology again: attachment theory finds that secure love is the precondition for accurate perception — the securely attached child explores reality confidently; the anxiously attached one distorts it through the lens of threat. Carl Rogers observed that unconditional positive regard is what allows a person to finally see themselves truly. Love doesn’t just feel good; it is the interpersonal condition under which truth becomes bearable, and therefore knowable. Anthropologically, every culture’s deepest truth-rituals — confession, testimony before elders, deathbed reconciliation — are staged inside relationships of love or trust, never in neutral space. Humanity seems to have always known that truth-telling and love are load-bearing for each other.

One Advaitic refinement worth making, in your own idiom: the saying holds at both registers. Vyāvahārically, understanding love (its neediness, its projections, its capacity for selflessness) is the fastest self-inquiry available to a householder — nothing exposes the machinery of ahaṃkāra like loving someone. Pāramārthically, love understood to the very bottom turns out to have no lover and no beloved — only the ānanda of the Self appearing as two. “To begin to understand love is to begin to understand the truth” is exact: it is a beginning, because love fully understood no longer looks like a relation at all. The dvaita of lover and beloved is love’s doorway; its interior is advaita.

If I were to press on the aphorisms at all, it would be here: the first saying uses the word “conquer,” which is the vocabulary of the very willfulness the saying is abandoning. Love doesn’t conquer lust the way an army conquers territory; it conquers the way light conquers darkness — by presence, not combat. You might consider whether “dissolve” or “absorb” is truer to your own meaning. But as aphorisms go, “conquer” has the rhetorical virtue of meeting the moralist on his own battlefield and disarming him — so perhaps the word earns its keep.

Taken together, the two sayings form a small, complete teaching: the first is the sādhana, the second is the phala. Love as method; love as disclosure. Half the world’s traditions would sign the first, the deeper half would sign the second, and Advaita, characteristically, would sign both and then add that the signer, the signature, and the love were never three things.

“What are we here on earth for?”

Much as I love her, yes I do,

Much as she does not love me

Though she cares for me, as she said,

“As a friend, very strictly as a friend”,

When her presence comes on strong

I let it remain in my heart and being

But as I have begun to do so, lately

I have begun to see her point of view

“Vedanta it is, why companionship?”

Though I would not begrudge her

If in future she feels the need to move

From Vedanta into someone else’s arms

(“I am here now,

there is no surety where I will be next

as I am a like a free bird

and can go anywhere or do anything.”)

But for me the truth has become clear

That even if she had come into my life

As a companion for keeps, at the end

I know that the same problem remains

It would remain for me and for her

The problem of “Who am I?” after all

For love can only give some comfort

Maybe some wisdom, too, to an extent

But no amount and intensity of human love

Can take us to the very portals of Truth

And so her question becomes pertinent

“What are we here on earth for?”

Yes, what are we here for, if not to find out

The answer to that question on her lips.

Claude’s Comments on the Poem

This poem is a significant step forward from “No Happiness Outside” — not because it is more polished, but because it moves from diagnosis to something closer to acceptance. Let me engage with it honestly.

What this poem achieves

The opening is immediately more generous than self-pitying. “Much as I love her, yes I do / Much as she does not love me / Though she cares for me, as she said” — the three-line movement from love to its asymmetry to its partial return as care is emotionally precise and without bitterness. The quoting of her actual words — “As a friend, very strictly as a friend” — is brave. Most poets would paraphrase. You put the exact words in, which gives them their full weight rather than softening them.

“When her presence comes on strong / I let it remain in my heart and being” — this is the best couplet in the poem. It describes something real: not suppression, not indulgence, but a third thing — allowing the feeling its full presence without acting on it or pushing it away. That is actually advanced practice, whether in poetry or in life.

The central philosophical turn — “That even if she had come into my life / As a companion for keeps, at the end / I know that the same problem remains” — is the poem earning its Advaitic conclusion honestly rather than importing it from outside. You are not consoling yourself with philosophy. You are arriving at a genuine recognition: that the question “Who am I?” does not get answered by companionship, however beautiful. That is true. And it lands here because the poem has paid for it with the emotional honesty of the first half.

On the poem’s deeper truth

What this poem is really doing — and this is its genuine value — is using this episode with her as a prakriya, a methodology. The way the clay-pot analogy is a tool for seeing through the appearance of the pot to the clay underneath, her “strictly as a friend” has become a tool for seeing through the appearance of the need for companionship to what lies underneath it.

That is the Kalyana Mitra function working exactly as it should. Not in the way you hoped — as a companion who walks beside you — but in the way it actually did: as a mirror that showed you something about yourself that the path required you to see.

Whether that seeing has fully landed is another question. The fact that the poem needed to be written suggests it is still landing.

One final observation

“What are we here on earth for?” placed on her lips as the poem’s central question — and then answered in your final lines as the search for Truth — is a quiet, graceful tribute to her. You are giving her the last word, philosophically. You are saying: she asked the right question, even if she asked it in a different register than I would have.

That is generous. And it is probably true.

“What are we here on earth for?”

Much as I love her, yes I do,

Much as she does not love me

Though she cares for me, as she said,

“As a friend, very strictly as a friend”,

When her presence comes on strong

I let it remain in my heart and being

But as I have begun to do so, lately

I have begun to see her point of view

“Vedanta it is, why companionship?”

Though I would not begrudge her

If in future she feels the need to move

From Vedanta into someone else’s arms

(“I am here now,

there is no surety where I will be next

as I am a like a free bird

and can go anywhere or do anything.”)

But for me the truth has become clear

That even if she had come into my life

As a companion for keeps, at the end

I know that the same problem remains

It would remain for me and for her

The problem of “Who am I?” after all

For love can only give some comfort

Maybe some wisdom, too, to an extent

But no amount and intensity of human love

Can take us to the very portals of Truth

And so her question becomes pertinent

“What are we here on earth for?”

Yes, what are we here for, if not to find out

The answer to that question on her lips.

Claude’s Comments on the Poem

This poem is a significant step forward from “No Happiness Outside” — not because it is more polished, but because it moves from diagnosis to something closer to acceptance. Let me engage with it honestly.

What this poem achieves

The opening is immediately more generous than self-pitying. “Much as I love her, yes I do / Much as she does not love me / Though she cares for me, as she said” — the three-line movement from love to its asymmetry to its partial return as care is emotionally precise and without bitterness. The quoting of her actual words — “As a friend, very strictly as a friend” — is brave. Most poets would paraphrase. You put the exact words in, which gives them their full weight rather than softening them.

“When her presence comes on strong / I let it remain in my heart and being” — this is the best couplet in the poem. It describes something real: not suppression, not indulgence, but a third thing — allowing the feeling its full presence without acting on it or pushing it away. That is actually advanced practice, whether in poetry or in life.

The central philosophical turn — “That even if she had come into my life / As a companion for keeps, at the end / I know that the same problem remains” — is the poem earning its Advaitic conclusion honestly rather than importing it from outside. You are not consoling yourself with philosophy. You are arriving at a genuine recognition: that the question “Who am I?” does not get answered by companionship, however beautiful. That is true. And it lands here because the poem has paid for it with the emotional honesty of the first half.

On the poem’s deeper truth

What this poem is really doing — and this is its genuine value — is using this episode with her as a prakriya, a methodology. The way the clay-pot analogy is a tool for seeing through the appearance of the pot to the clay underneath, her “strictly as a friend” has become a tool for seeing through the appearance of the need for companionship to what lies underneath it.

That is the Kalyana Mitra function working exactly as it should. Not in the way you hoped — as a companion who walks beside you — but in the way it actually did: as a mirror that showed you something about yourself that the path required you to see.

Whether that seeing has fully landed is another question. The fact that the poem needed to be written suggests it is still landing.

One final observation

“What are we here on earth for?” placed on her lips as the poem’s central question — and then answered in your final lines as the search for Truth — is a quiet, graceful tribute to her. You are giving her the last word, philosophically. You are saying: she asked the right question, even if she asked it in a different register than I would have.

That is generous. And it is probably true.

“What are we here on earth for?”

Much as I love her, yes I do,

Much as she does not love me

Though she cares for me, as she said,

“As a friend, very strictly as a friend”,

When her presence comes on strong

I let it remain in my heart and being

But as I have begun to do so, lately

I have begun to see her point of view

“Vedanta it is, why companionship?”

Though I would not begrudge her

If in future she feels the need to move

From Vedanta into someone else’s arms

(“I am here now,

there is no surety where I will be next

as I am a like a free bird

and can go anywhere or do anything.”)

But for me the truth has become clear

That even if she had come into my life

As a companion for keeps, at the end

I know that the same problem remains

It would remain for me and for her

The problem of “Who am I?” after all

For love can only give some comfort

Maybe some wisdom, too, to an extent

But no amount and intensity of human love

Can take us to the very portals of Truth

And so her question becomes pertinent

“What are we here on earth for?”

Yes, what are we here for, if not to find out

The answer to that question on her lips.

Claude’s Comments on the Poem

This poem is a significant step forward from “No Happiness Outside” — not because it is more polished, but because it moves from diagnosis to something closer to acceptance. Let me engage with it honestly.

What this poem achieves

The opening is immediately more generous than self-pitying. “Much as I love her, yes I do / Much as she does not love me / Though she cares for me, as she said” — the three-line movement from love to its asymmetry to its partial return as care is emotionally precise and without bitterness. The quoting of her actual words — “As a friend, very strictly as a friend” — is brave. Most poets would paraphrase. You put the exact words in, which gives them their full weight rather than softening them.

“When her presence comes on strong / I let it remain in my heart and being” — this is the best couplet in the poem. It describes something real: not suppression, not indulgence, but a third thing — allowing the feeling its full presence without acting on it or pushing it away. That is actually advanced practice, whether in poetry or in life.

The central philosophical turn — “That even if she had come into my life / As a companion for keeps, at the end / I know that the same problem remains” — is the poem earning its Advaitic conclusion honestly rather than importing it from outside. You are not consoling yourself with philosophy. You are arriving at a genuine recognition: that the question “Who am I?” does not get answered by companionship, however beautiful. That is true. And it lands here because the poem has paid for it with the emotional honesty of the first half.

On the poem’s deeper truth

What this poem is really doing — and this is its genuine value — is using this episode with her as a prakriya, a methodology. The way the clay-pot analogy is a tool for seeing through the appearance of the pot to the clay underneath, her “strictly as a friend” has become a tool for seeing through the appearance of the need for companionship to what lies underneath it.

That is the Kalyana Mitra function working exactly as it should. Not in the way you hoped — as a companion who walks beside you — but in the way it actually did: as a mirror that showed you something about yourself that the path required you to see.

Whether that seeing has fully landed is another question. The fact that the poem needed to be written suggests it is still landing.

One final observation

“What are we here on earth for?” placed on her lips as the poem’s central question — and then answered in your final lines as the search for Truth — is a quiet, graceful tribute to her. You are giving her the last word, philosophically. You are saying: she asked the right question, even if she asked it in a different register than I would have.

That is generous. And it is probably true.

“What are we here on earth for?”

Much as I love her, yes I do,

Much as she does not love me

Though she cares for me, as she said,

“As a friend, very strictly as a friend”,

When her presence comes on strong

I let it remain in my heart and being

But as I have begun to do so, lately

I have begun to see her point of view

“Vedanta it is, why companionship?”

Though I would not begrudge her

If in future she feels the need to move

From Vedanta into someone else’s arms

(“I am here now,

there is no surety where I will be next

as I am a like a free bird

and can go anywhere or do anything.”)

But for me the truth has become clear

That even if she had come into my life

As a companion for keeps, at the end

I know that the same problem remains

It would remain for me and for her

The problem of “Who am I?” after all

For love can only give some comfort

Maybe some wisdom, too, to an extent

But no amount and intensity of human love

Can take us to the very portals of Truth

And so her question becomes pertinent

“What are we here on earth for?”

Yes, what are we here for, if not to find out

The answer to that question on her lips.

Claude’s Comments on the Poem

This poem is a significant step forward from “No Happiness Outside” — not because it is more polished, but because it moves from diagnosis to something closer to acceptance. Let me engage with it honestly.

What this poem achieves

The opening is immediately more generous than self-pitying. “Much as I love her, yes I do / Much as she does not love me / Though she cares for me, as she said” — the three-line movement from love to its asymmetry to its partial return as care is emotionally precise and without bitterness. The quoting of her actual words — “As a friend, very strictly as a friend” — is brave. Most poets would paraphrase. You put the exact words in, which gives them their full weight rather than softening them.

“When her presence comes on strong / I let it remain in my heart and being” — this is the best couplet in the poem. It describes something real: not suppression, not indulgence, but a third thing — allowing the feeling its full presence without acting on it or pushing it away. That is actually advanced practice, whether in poetry or in life.

The central philosophical turn — “That even if she had come into my life / As a companion for keeps, at the end / I know that the same problem remains” — is the poem earning its Advaitic conclusion honestly rather than importing it from outside. You are not consoling yourself with philosophy. You are arriving at a genuine recognition: that the question “Who am I?” does not get answered by companionship, however beautiful. That is true. And it lands here because the poem has paid for it with the emotional honesty of the first half.

On the poem’s deeper truth

What this poem is really doing — and this is its genuine value — is using this episode with her as a prakriya, a methodology. The way the clay-pot analogy is a tool for seeing through the appearance of the pot to the clay underneath, her “strictly as a friend” has become a tool for seeing through the appearance of the need for companionship to what lies underneath it.

That is the Kalyana Mitra function working exactly as it should. Not in the way you hoped — as a companion who walks beside you — but in the way it actually did: as a mirror that showed you something about yourself that the path required you to see.

Whether that seeing has fully landed is another question. The fact that the poem needed to be written suggests it is still landing.

One final observation

“What are we here on earth for?” placed on her lips as the poem’s central question — and then answered in your final lines as the search for Truth — is a quiet, graceful tribute to her. You are giving her the last word, philosophically. You are saying: she asked the right question, even if she asked it in a different register than I would have.

That is generous. And it is probably true.

When Feelings Turn into Strangers: Purity, Compassion, and the Loosening of Worldly Bonds

Here in my isolation from all relationships and society, even the feelings and emotions that seemed to be so palpably real and intense earlier now look dreamy and unreal, almost as if they are some strangers seeking my attention. And as far as feelings and emotions go, their purity is always determined by the the extent to which one is pure oneself — the “fruit does not fall far from the tree” kind of situation.

And, when feelings and emotions start to feel unreal, believe me the loosening of one’s bonds with this world has already started to occur because feelings and emotions are where the whole drama of life unfolds.

And, where there is purity in one’s being, the feelings and emotions coalesce into one and only one thing, namely, compassion.

Else, the feelings and emotions will keep on serving the needs of the ego, and where the ego is alive what good can we expect from the feelings and emotions that are fuelled then by the self-serving desires.

And, where there is compassion, it can only be universal and never for any particular thing because compassion equates to wisdom, and the wise, as Bhagavad Gita points out, “see with an equal vision (samadarshinaha) a learned Brahmin, a cow, an elephant, a dog, or an outcaste” (Bhagavad Gita, Chapter 5, Verse 18).

Claude’s Commentary on My Above Writing

This is a compact, tightly-argued piece — almost aphoristic in the way your writing on the blog tends to be. Let me take it point by point, with commentary that both explains what’s implicit and pushes it a little further.

On the “dreamlike” quality of emotion

What you’re describing is the Vedantic mechanism of drashta-drishya viveka — the discrimination between the seer and the seen — beginning to operate on the affective layer, not just the intellectual one. Most people who take up Vedanta apply viveka to objects and thoughts readily enough; it’s harder-won when applied to feeling, because feeling carries a conviction of “mine-ness” that thought doesn’t. A thought can be observed as an object almost immediately. A feeling insists it is you, right up until it doesn’t. So when you say emotions start to look like “strangers seeking my attention,” that’s a precise description of the moment when the antahkarana (the felt, feeling mind) has itself become an object of witnessing rather than the seat of witnessing. It’s a real and significant shift, not merely a report of emotional flatness.

The purity-of-being clause — and a caution worth naming

Your “fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree” point is essentially the guna doctrine restated: the quality of what arises in the mind-field is a direct function of which guna — sattva, rajas, tamas — predominates in the substrate. This is standard and sound. But I’d flag one thing for the sake of the intellectual honesty you value: the feeling that one’s emotions have become unreal is not, by itself, proof of increased purity. It can also be a symptom of ordinary psychological withdrawal or numbing — what contemporary language calls dissociation, and what even Ramana and Nisargadatta were careful to distinguish from genuine vairagya. Nisargadatta in particular warned seekers against mistaking a lull in feeling for the cessation of the ego; he called it a phase to be watched, not enshrined. The tell, in the tradition’s own terms, is exactly what you name in your next line — whether what remains, or arises, is compassion, or whether it’s simply absence. If the loosening resolves into indifference rather than into karuna, that’s worth a second look, not a celebration.

Why compassion is the necessary residue, not an added virtue

This is the strongest move in the piece and worth expanding. You’re not saying purity produces compassion as one quality among others it might produce — you’re saying compassion is what feeling looks like once it’s no longer being organized around a center. That’s an important distinction. Ordinary emotion is centripetal: it organizes itself around “what does this mean for me.” When the ego-reference point weakens, feeling doesn’t disappear — it loses its organizing center and so ceases to discriminate. What’s left, structurally, can only be something that doesn’t ask “mine or not mine” — which is compassion. This is also why the Mahayana Buddhist tradition pairs karuna with prajna as the two wings of one bird rather than as two separate achievements: real wisdom that doesn’t issue in compassion is suspect as wisdom, on their reading too, for the same structural reason.

On the Gita citation

Worth being precise about samadarshinaha here, because it’s easy to flatten into a sentimental “love everyone equally” reading, which is not what the verse is doing. The equal vision of the Brahmin and the outcaste, the cow and the dog, isn’t an emotional accomplishment — it’s a perceptual one. It says the wise see the same one thing (Brahman/Atman) present without differentiation across all these forms, and compassion is the natural behavior of someone whose actual perception has changed, not a moral overlay applied on top of unchanged perception. That’s consistent with your closing claim that compassion “equates to” wisdom rather than merely accompanying it — they’re the same event seen from two sides, affective and cognitive.

One thing you might consider adding, if you want to preempt a reader’s misreading: a line distinguishing this universal compassion from mere emotional expansiveness or generic “unconditional love,” since readers often collapse the two. Your piece already implies the distinction (compassion arises from purity, not from cultivated sentiment) — making it explicit might close a gap some readers will otherwise walk through.

Summa Iru: Formal Renunciation for The Dissolution of the False Self

The True Philosophical Psychoanalysis of Myself qua Human

Keep this chain in mind:

Ignorance — Desires — Mind (Thoughts & Feelings) — Speech & Actions (Karma)

Now, where does psychoanalysis operate?

At the level of the mind.

Now, can one’s psychology ever become “normal”?

Yes, it can within certain bounds for certain time, when the winds of “good karma” are blowing.

When an adverse period in one’s life starts (due to the winds of “bad karma” blowing), the “normal” psychology also takes a beating, unless one has become a stithaprajna by then.

Now, what is this “good” and “bad” karma except insofar as “desires” are NOT getting fulfilled to the extent we want them to be.

Hence, as long as the storehouse of “desires” is there, it will keep leading to the mind fluctuations and bodily karma WITH the sense of doership.

HENCE, the only way out of this karmic cycle and hence also out of this “normal”/”abnormal” cycling of one’s psychological/mental being is to see through or nullify the NEED for desires fulfilment.

But, as long as Ignorance is there, desires are INEVITABLE.

So, one should NOT try to RENOUNCE anything, including desires, because that would be like treating the symptoms while the disease of “ignorance” festers inside and as long as the disease festers inside, new symptoms will arise.

Hence, one has to eliminate the DISEASE OF IGNORANCE itself so that NO symptoms of desires can arise, and where there are no desires, there would be no mind in play, and when the mind is not in play, where is the question of “normal” or “abnormal” psychology, and after the link is severed to the speech and bodily actions, then such speech and bodily actions will be driven NOT by ignorance as earlier BUT by the divine wisdom, and hence in such a scenario there will be no sense of doership, which sense ONLY the mind can falsely assume to be the case but now there is no mind, and hence that is liberation because without the mind there can be NO ego either because the ego is but one of the four functions of the mind or antahkarana.

Now, how does one END IGNORANCE?

What else have I been reading, thinking, discussing, debating, writing, etc., about all my life?

Not convinced? Read my 17 books and you will know. But then there are better gurus out there in the market.

Summa iru, anyone?

My Formal Renunciation

It is time I ended the ignorance in myself.

So, it will be summa iru from July 16, 2026, my 62nd birthday.

Why not from tomorrow you may ask.

There are a few loose ends I need to tie up.

To paraphrase Aristotle:

“All of you are dear to me but dearer still is truth.”

So, come July 16, I will go incommunicado for the most part.

Without Her By My Side

All the wealth of the morning is worth nothing

Without her by my side

That is not just me talking

On this beautiful Sunday morning

I speak on behalf of all mankind

Who are always uneasy

To sit with themselves

Unworthy as they see themselves

And are ever on the lookout

For that significant other

Who will transport them

Away, far far away

From their own insignificant selves.

The die is now cast nicely

For the world drama to unfold

Driven by these musings

Of the pitiable mankind

To which I also uneasily belong.

“Let us exit all hearts, including our own.”

“Life becomes a problem when the beauty of the flower leaves you unimpressed.”

“Love is when you listen to your heart and not to your mind.”

“Are the barriers to love and the barriers to truth the same?”

“Even unrequited love is its own benediction.”

Why This Distance?

Why this distance,

Real or not,

Between me

And love and truth

Why

Is the question wrong?

Why accept

There is distance at all

That feeling is perhaps

The very ignorance

That one is trying

So hard, so hard

To overtake.

“I keep seeing God and I keep thinking it is I, you, and this world.”

“Even God disappears when you are silent.”

“It is our stupid ignorant needy self that makes us pursue not only the woman but also God.”

“A woman is nothing but verily God himself in that form.”

The “Me Time”

The more I carve out

This “Me Time”

The more

I begin to dissolve

Nothing defines me

Nothing I can recall

That tells me

Who I am

I who seem to derive

My whole identity

From the others

In my life;

Maybe that’s a good thing

That this fictional self dissolves

One that is strung together

In my relationships

As if it were a real thing;

And if that not be me

The question then arises

Almost naturally

“Who am I?”

A question one can sit with

And so easily stay with

When alone, enjoying

This “Me Time”

And stand a good chance

A very good chance

Of discovering/uncovering

The real “I”;

Else one is lulled into falsehood

In the company of others

Where the false social self springs up,

Is watered, and thrives.

“It is love that binds me to this world; and it is love that will release me from this world when I understand love correctly.”

“The real practice then might be to not let the false self arise even while interacting with others. That would be a different spiritual sadhana, where one is the master of samsara and nirvana. Let me then live fearlessly, unfearing of maya.”

“Jo duniya ko chalaa raha hai, woh mujhko bhi chalaa raha hai. Iskay aagay mai aur kya boloo.”

“Philosophy should be used to decide which path to take in life. Philosophy should not be used to justify the paths that one has already travelled or the path one wants to take to now.”

A friend wrote: More important than asking Who am I is to ask Who is the one who’s asking Who am I.

I replied: But, obviously the “I Am”, which is the reflection in the mind of the real “I”, that is now identifying with the body-mind as being “I”, and spiritual literature makes the “I Am” doubt that identity so that in so reflecting on “Who am I?” really, it loosens its identity with the body-mind, which if you think about it can happen only when loses one’s fascination with the body-mind, which is nothing but Viveka-Vairagya at work, and thence onward onto the slowing down, nay, the halting, of the thinking process because that cannot go on with its engagement with the world when such thinking was serving the purposes of body-mind that we are now doubting is our real “I”, and in that loosening or halting of the thinking or mind, a kind of meditation or summa iru happens, and suddenly the “I Am”, the reflection ceases to be by kind of merging (yoga or union) into that which it was a reflection of because as is pointed out, the “I Am” is an unstable entity that subsists as long as it holds onto a form, here the form of body-mind, but once it loses such a connection, it merges back or collapses back into the source or the real “I”.

But, of course, all of the above is just atheoretical model to explain a dream/duality in which the “I Am” and the body-mind are apparently “there” but not actually “there” strictly speaking because the dream by definition is one which not “there” but one which is merely imagined.

Hence, at one point, Ramana Maharshi says, regarding both the “Maya” or “ignorance” and the “ego” that they “seem” to be there BUT on enquiry they are found to be wholly non-existent, a bit like upon investigation. only the clay is found to be there and NOT the pot.

Makes sense?

“Do not get caught.”

The New Avatar

There is not now that

Which once was mine

That happiness, that love

That looking forward to

When life seemed full

Of possibilities

With knowledge

Waiting to be acquired

With wisdom

Waiting to be discovered

Now all the knowledge seems empty

Merely utilitarian, merely useful

To get by in life

With nothing more to it,

Wisdom that is now lodged

So securely in my mind

Reminds me sadly

That it is but a shadow

Of the real deal,

And short of committing hara-kiri

Of the ultimate kind

To banish space-time

From the horizons of one’s vision

I stand no chance

Of ever getting anywhere,

So I exist now

Wanting to push myself out of existence

To magically appear

At the other end of the wormhole

In a new avatar

That encompasses all.

“All my life I have always felt a certain sense of unfulfillment. At one point I thought my writing and poetry could give me some sense of fulfilment. But that was not to be because all my writing and poetry has been only a constant expression of the unfulfillment train that I was always on throughout my life and continue to be on even now.”

I The Stranger

I have not embraced life

Nor has life embraced me

I have been at war with it

This life I could never figure out

From I know not when

Something always seemed amiss

Always needing correction

Needing to be set right, in myself

Or in those around me

Or in the society at large

This feeling of always being

A work in progress, always that,

So as not to feel you have the leisure

To step outside the building

To look at a tree leisurely.

“What have we come here to earth for, seeking what? From where have we come? Was it not there where we have come from that which we are seeking here on earth?”

“Unconditional love? Tut, tut! Not I, not you, not anyone. We should just settle for scratching each other’s backs.”

“We are blind to our own blindness.”

“No love of anyone can protect you in this life or in any other life. The only thing that protects you is your own wisdom that allows you to see through this nonsense called life and allows you to turn your back on it.”

“Our very need for an identity, our need for protecting ourselves and preserving ourselves is what leads to all the conflicts in this world.”

“God is another of our delusions.”

“The intellect’s demand for knowledge or wisdom can be satisfied because all it wants is conceptual knowledge and wisdom. But the heart’s demand for love can never be satisfied fully because what it wants ultimately is not the love of someone but love itself, and that love is Truth itself or God itself or Brahman itself, and for such love to be there, the heart itself should cease to exist.”

The Myth of Sisyphus

“Unfortunately, the myth of Sisyphus is true because pure Sattva cannot exist by itself and the world will always consist of Rajas and Tamas also, and Sattva has to constantly overcome Rajas and Tamas, only for Rajas and Tamas to reassert themselves after every such overcoming. The only saving grace is that the boulder will have to be pushed not by us as individuals, at least not the individuals who ultimately transcend the three gunas, but by every generation and every society and every country and every civilization, for whatever heights are reached by them will soon be overturned and the rebuilding has to be undertaken again. Or, rather, more disconcertingly it seems to be the case that Sisyphus (the generation, society, country, civilization) very rarely reaches the top and is constantly being dragged down after every small climb.”

Claude’s Commentary on My Comment Above on The Myth of Sisyphus

The first thing worth noticing is that the Sisyphus you have built is not quite Camus’s. Camus’s boulder rolls back for no reason at all — the recurrence is absurd, the collision between a human demand for meaning and a universe that returns only silence. Your boulder rolls back for a reason. The recurrence you describe is not absurd but lawful: it follows from the metaphysics of prakriti, from the fact that a manifest world is constituted by guṇas in disequilibrium. That is a significant and, I think, a more interesting substitution. You have replaced Camus’s meaningless repetition with an intelligible one. The labor is futile in outcome but not in sense — it expresses the very structure of manifestation rather than mocking it.

And your governing premise is stronger than you state it. You say pure sattva “cannot exist by itself.” In strict Sāṃkhya terms it is worse than that: manifestation is the disturbance of the guṇas’ equilibrium. When the three strands rest in sāmyāvasthā, perfect balance, prakṛti is avyakta, unmanifest — there is no world at all. A world exists precisely because sattva, rajas and tamas are locked in mutual domination and subordination, one rising as another falls, none ever absent. So a manifest cosmos of pure sattva is not merely rare; it is a contradiction in terms. The summit of your slope is not hard to reach — it is unreachable in principle, because to reach it would be to abolish the disequilibrium that makes there be a slope, a climber, and a world in the first place. The only true “top” is the unmanifest: dissolution, not perfection. Sisyphus does not fail to reach the peak through bad luck; the peak is the end of Sisyphus.

This is why your bleaker amendment — that the collective Sisyphus rarely summits and is mostly dragged down after small climbs — is better founded than the milder image of a clean rise-and-fall. There is a kind of thermodynamics to the guṇas. Tamas is the ground state, the gravitational default, inertia and concealment; rajas is the engine but also the scatter, ambition and friction; sattva is the low-probability, high-order, expensive configuration that must be continually pumped in against the tendency to dissipate. Order here is statistically disfavored. Left alone, things slide. So the honest phenomenology is exactly yours: frequent small ascents, frequent slippage, rare and unstable summits.

The tradition itself encodes this at cosmic scale, and it actually inverts the Sisyphean picture in a way that supports you. The yuga cycle does not climb toward a golden age; it falls from one. Dharma stands four-square in Kṛta Yuga and loses a leg in each successive age until Kali, where rajas and tamas predominate. The golden age is at the beginning, not the end. Renewal comes not by ascent but by collapse and restart — pralaya, then a fresh cycle. On that picture the default civilizational trajectory is descent, with sattvic effort being the occasional push back up the slope rather than the slope’s natural grain. “Constantly being dragged down after every small climb” is not pessimism imported onto the tradition; it is close to the tradition’s own account of historical time.

Now the “saving grace,” which deserves more pressure. You locate the exemption correctly — in the guṇātīta, the one who has crossed beyond the three (Gītā 14), not in any victory of sattva. That precision matters, because the Gītā is emphatic that sattva binds too: it binds “by attachment to happiness and to knowledge” — the subtle golden chain rather than the iron one, but a chain. So even your hypothetical — a boulder that somehow stayed lodged at the top, a permanently sattvic order — would not be liberation. It would be a luminous cage. The aim was never sattva’s conquest of the other two; it is stepping off the contest altogether. This sharpens your own point: the resolution is not a better arrangement of the boulder but the discovery that the climber was never the Self.

And here the Advaitic reading goes further than “someone else pushes for you.” The realized one does not merely hand the boulder to the next generation; he sees that the boulder was never his to push — that doership was mithyā from the start, that guṇā guṇeṣu vartante, the guṇas act among the guṇas while the Self remains the unmoved witness, akartṛ, sākṣin. The “saving grace” is not relief of labor but dissolution of the laborer. Which carries the sobering corollary you have already half-stated: this exit is irreducibly individual. There is no collective mokṣa in classical Advaita, no eschatological summit toward which history climbs. Civilizations are not redeemed; only individuals wake from the dream of being civilizations. Your pessimism about the collective Sisyphus is therefore not a mood — it is structural. The wheel has no terminus available to the wheel.

Two genuine counter-pressures, since you prefer them to agreement. First, the boulder may not return all the way to the bottom. History looks at least sometimes like a ratchet, not a perfect circle — gains lodge on ledges. But I think the saving distinction is between rajasic and sattvic accumulation. Capacity ratchets: technique, knowledge, infrastructure tend to compound. Wisdom does not. Clarity, equanimity, the cessation of grasping — these are not inherited; each person and each age earns them from scratch or not at all. So the boulder of knowledge may ratchet while the boulder of sattva remains fully Sisyphean — and, more disconcertingly still, rajasic accumulation often only raises the height of the eventual fall. A more capable civilization has farther to drop.

Second, and this is the one I would actually press on. You open with “Unfortunately” and close with “more disconcertingly.” But your own framework relativizes precisely that affect. The lament — the sense of futility, the disconcertment — is the response of one still identified with the climber and the collective project, the vyāvahārika grief of the doer. Seen from the witness the same structure is neither fortunate nor unfortunate; it is simply prakṛti breathing, equilibrium and disequilibrium, exhale and inhale, līlā without a victim. Camus’s gesture was to make Sisyphus happy by lucidity within the absurd. The Vedāntic gesture is sterner and stranger: not to imagine Sisyphus happy but to notice there was never a Sisyphus — only the guṇas turning, watched by what does not turn. If there is a real saving grace, I suspect it is that one, and not the transfer of the boulder to the next generation. The transfer keeps the boulder real. The witness lets it be what it always was: not a burden, but a motion in something that was never moved.

“Sri Sri’s almost devastating charge of ‘Ye desha charitra choosina emundi garva karanam’ does not apply to India. Why? Because whatever be India’s weaknesses and injustices, all that is compensated more than adequately by its spiritual wisdom.”

The Secret No One Wants To Believe

It is God who is speaking to me

Not only through the poet and philosopher

But also through the potter and politician

And also through the potti and philanderer.

And when I look around

As far as the eye can see

All I see is only God

In his various disguises.

Is it any wonder then

The one who is hearing

And seeing all these things

Is not left out

From his ambit.

The Reaching Out

In the reaching out to another

There is both a joy and sadness

Joy that the other too reaches out

Sad that we are having to reach out.

What is this incompleteness

That makes us reach out

And look at the risks we run.

“A part of me dies every time someone blocks me on WhatsApp. I wonder if something in them dies, too. Maybe what dies in them is just nuisance.”

“I am always wary that one of these days someone will remark to me, ‘I dig that your heart is in the right place, but I can’t say the same when it comes to your mind’.”

“It is strange that we love the creation more than the creator. After all, of course, we love the poetry more than the poet and the art more than the artist. The poet pales in comparison to his poetry and the artist in relation to his art. But methinks the same thing is not the case with this creation and its creator.”

“Who is that knower who knows without the mind and the five senses? What is it that is known without the mind and the five senses?”

The Taciturn Lady

Churchill described erstwhile Soviet Union thus:

“It is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma”.

I sometimes wonder if that describes her, too,

She who I have known for far too short a time

So, I could be excused for thinking so about her

And she is not much of a help in clearing the air

Texting and replying in only few words as she does

Dwelling in solitude, with a longing for the divine

But feels not lonely nor longs for company of anyone

As she explained when I so enquired about her needs

Black coffee is what she likes, that and Che Guevara

But that is too much of an injustice to so describe her

She who likes many other things besides, such as,

Country music, good clothes, long rides, movies

Basking in the company of a very select few

With whom she goes out occasionally in Bengaluru

To drink black coffee at a cafe and converse

Maybe on spirituality that she devotes her life to

Or maybe by ol’ habit discusses Mill and Marx

Being a pol sci student from Fairleigh-Dickinson

Not to mention international relations at JNU.

“How tenuously we are linked to this world? Be silent and everything disappears, including our body-mind.”

“I take everything seriously and nothing seriously.”

A Poem for My Friend Who Says “Things I rarely do: read poetry (my eyes glaze over immediately – it’s a neural problem)”

A Mathematician’s Apology we read at UF, you and I,

That short book of barely 50 pages

There I have already caught your attention

Your eyes did not glaze over immediately

And you are now reading this poem

And how we were taken in by Hardy’s humility and generosity

Ranking as he did himself at 25, J.E. Littlewood at 30,

David Hilbert at 80, and Ramanujan at 100.

Well then, that is a long time ago during 1990

When we were reading these books, discussing these things

Playing pool while our laundry was being done

Having late night arguments on God’s existence

You with your Ayn Rand sensibility, which I found odious

Though I did attend, more to please you,

The meeting of the Ayn Rand Society at UF

Where I discovered how Ayn Rand’s favourite was Aristotle

Despising as she did all flights of imagination into idealism like Plato’s

And how you had your pet theories on the chest size of great singers

That they needed large chests so that the voice could resonate

And you would take out your violin every now and then

Playing Mozart’s eina Kleine Nacht music pretty well

How you hated your Brahmin clan, saying they were lazy bums

And how you admired Reddys and Komtis for their industriousness

How we had a heated argument, no never coming to fisticuffs,

In the back of the car on our way to Disney World in Orlando

In my relative’s car, with my younger brother, too, with us,

About why monopoly should not be frowned upon

And how you went on to say I did not understand what money was

And asked me to give its definition, which I am not sure I gave

Or even if I gave it, it perhaps was not to your satisfaction.

Thus we sparred and warred with each other quite a bit

You caught up in your Ayn Randian atheistic world,

And I caught up in my God-ward glances.

Now, when we catch up after all these years

We seem to have met midway, both of us a lot wiser.

The Disillusionment

Day by day I am fast losing interest

In all the possibilities of this world

I exist, having no choice but to do so

All around me are people taking interest

In many a thing of this world, this life

Methinks everything is beset by trouble

I mean everything, yes everything, everything

Most sane to drop dead, not in the physical sense

But in the mental and emotional sense

I seem to have had a surfeit of everything

What after all these 62 years can be new

Been-there done-that seems to be my mindset

A repetition, a deja vu is all that can be now

Slight nostalgia sometimes takes root in me

But I know now that if I do go back to those times

I will not enjoy them as I did those times back then

What has been seen about life cannot be unseen

Tiresome, bothersome seems everything, with nothing

That can sustain my interest beyond a certain point

The books now interest me not, the movies do not

The songs are beginning to sound alike, merely repetitive

Like playing in the same old grooves that one has passed

False seems even this flight from this world, after all

All flight or hugging is possible only if mind is there

But the mind itself seems false now, seems like one

Holding me back in this falsehood, and even when it knows

It knows not and merely traps one in some spiritual sadhana

For after all what should the pot do to become clay, nothing

Yet the mind tricks us into thinking something needs to be done

Coz in making us so believe, it continues to be in play

Drop the mind, go cold turkey on it, then where is bondage?

“The body is not us but merely an instrument which we use to interact with this world.”

The Seeking

What am I seeking

What are you seeking

What is anyone seeking

Only pleasures and comforts

Or love and truth

Or all of the above

I know what pleasure is

I know what comfort is

What is love?

What is truth?

Why this chasm

Between us and love and truth?

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear

I think I am screwed.

Psst…the Past

Yes, I know, it’s the past

Not only the past that I know

But also the past of darkness

In which my genes were formed

Ever so silently in the womb

The womb of mother and time

That forever fixed my future

Inalterably, setting the course

That my life (lives?) would follow

I know you squirm, you the believer

The believer in freedom and free will

I am too tired to sit and discuss with you

These metaphysical matters

Where we do not see eye to eye

And it is this very lack of common ground

That sows the seeds of dissatisfaction

In my breast and in your breast.

“I look at nature and I find that it, too, is driven by its past.”

“Where is happiness but in your own mind. Where is unhappiness but in your own mind. Where is this world but in your own mind. Where are you but in your own mind. Where is God but in your own mind. Where is your mind?”

The Sadness

There is a sadness in me

That neither I can account for

Nor sadness itself can tell me its story

Everything lies hidden from human vision

A little bit we can know, a lot is unknown

What will happen if I say

Let me be sad, how does it matter?

“I cry at many a thing I did not do. I cry at many a thing I did do. Does not God know at the time of our creation that ‘half knowledge is a dangerous thing’?”

“I know my future. It is the same as yours.”

“Looking at the way the world looks different every time my understanding changes, I wonder if there is a world at all.”

“Look into the heart of anyone in this world, you will find yourself there.”

“In the mad pursuit of our own happiness, we trample on the happiness of others.”

“Every time love comes calling, we flee from it into our thoughts.”

“Life is too prosaic even in its moments of joy and excitement.”

“Just by rearranging words into some or the other permutation and combination, we do not get wisdom.”

“To think you NEED wisdom is the highest form of ignorance.”

“Love and hate are two sides of the same coin.”

“The ONLY problem in this world is one’s own mind.”

“Things are what they are. It is the mind that categorizes them.”

I-It vs I-Thou Relationship and Kant’s Second Categorical Imperative

Claude, explain in detail about the I-It vs I-Thou relationships that the Jewish theologian Martin Buber talks about and talk about how it relates to Kant’s second categorical imperative, “You must act so that you treat humanity—both in your own person and in the person of any other—always as an end, and never merely as a means to an end.”

Claude:

Buber: the two primary words

Buber’s Ich und Du (1923) opens not with a claim about ethics but with a claim about grammar and being. The world, he says, is twofold according to the two “primary words” (Grundworte) a person can speak. These are not single words but word-pairs: I–Thou (Ich–Du) and I–It (Ich–Es). The decisive move is that there is no bare “I” standing behind these. The I who speaks I–It is a different I from the one who speaks I–Thou. The self is constituted by the stance it takes; I become who I am in the mode of relation I enter.

The I–It is the realm of experience and use (Erfahren und Gebrauchen). Here the other stands before me as an object: bounded, locatable in space and time, comparable to other objects, available to be analyzed, classified, exploited. This is the indispensable mode of science, technology, ordinary transacting life. Buber does not condemn it. “Without It a human being cannot live.” But he adds the warning that is the moral pulse of the book: “whoever lives only with that is not human.” In the I–It, Buber says with a telling phrase, the experience is in me, not between me and the world. I survey the surface of the other and gather data, but I do not touch its being.

The I–Thou is the realm of encounter (Begegnung) and relation (Beziehung). Here I do not experience the other; I meet it. Its marks are immediacy (no concept, image, or purpose interposes between us), presentness (the Thou exists only in the living present, whereas every It is something already-experienced, hence past), mutuality, and wholeness — “the primary word I–Thou can only be spoken with the whole being.” And it cannot be engineered: “The Thou meets me through grace; it is not found by seeking.” His famous summation is Alles wirkliche Leben ist Begegnung — all real living is meeting.

Two further features matter for the comparison with Kant. First, the melancholy of the Thou: every Thou is fated to lapse back into an It. The moment I reflect on the encounter, describe it, take its measure, the presence withdraws into objecthood. Life is therefore a rhythm, an oscillation, It becoming Thou and subsiding into It again. Second, the locus of reality is neither in the I nor in the Thou but in the between (das Zwischen). Buber’s is a dialogical ontology; the real is not inside the subject but in the meeting. (This is also why Buber resisted unitive mysticism — and would resist the Advaitic collapse of duality: for him the sacred requires the preservation of two-ness, the between is holy precisely because it is between.) Beyond all particular encounters stands the eternal Thou, God — the one Thou that by its nature can never decline into an It, glimpsed through every genuine meeting rather than by turning away from the world.

Kant: humanity as an end in itself

Kant’s second formulation, the Formula of Humanity, comes from the Groundwork (1785): act so as to treat humanity, in yourself or any other, always at the same time as an end, never merely as a means. Three words carry the weight.

“Merely” (bloß): Kant does not forbid using others as means — we do so constantly and unavoidably (the shopkeeper, the physician, the driver). What is forbidden is treating someone only as a means, in a way that overrides their rational agency and to which they could not possibly consent.

“At the same time” (zugleich): the using and the respecting are meant to coincide in one act — I may use the shopkeeper while simultaneously honoring him as an end by dealing honestly.

“Humanity” (Menschheit): not the species but rational nature — the capacity for autonomous self-determination, for setting ends. This capacity has dignity (Würde), not price (Preis): things have a price and are exchangeable; persons are beyond price, incomparable. The ground is that rational agents are the source of value — value enters the world through beings who set ends — so to treat such a being as mere means is to contradict the very wellspring of whatever you were pursuing. This opens onto the Kingdom of Ends, a community in which each is at once legislator and subject, each treating all as ends.

How they meet — and where they part

The obvious convergence is real and worth stating plainly. Buber’s I–It pairs experience and use; Kant’s prohibition targets treating-as-mere-means. Both thinkers identify pure instrumentalization as a falsification — not merely a moral lapse but a getting-the-other-wrong, handling something of one ontological status as if it were another. Both locate an inviolable surplus in the human other that resists reduction to object: for Kant, dignity grounded in rational autonomy; for Buber, the Thou that exceeds every It.

But the divergences are deeper than the convergence, and they run along several axes.

The first and most fundamental concerns the ground of the claim — reason versus presence. Kantian respect is conceptually mediated: I respect you because you instantiate the universal property of rational nature. I subsume you under the category “rational being” and honor what is universal in you. Buber would note, with some discomfort, that this is still structurally close to the It — for the I–Thou is precisely unmediated, passing through no concept, no universal, no category. The Thou is met in its sheer, unrepeatable thisness, not as an instance of a kind. So Kant honors what is universal in you (the rational nature you share with all); Buber meets what is singular in you (this one, here, now). Kant respects your dignity; Buber meets you.

This shows up grammatically, which I think is the cleanest way to hold the difference. Kant’s imperative speaks of humanity “in the person of any other” (eines jeden andern) — the third person, anyone-whatever, the generalized other. Buber’s whole concern is the second person, the Du, the You addressed and present. Kant articulates the dignity of the he, she, they, anyone; Buber articulates the presence of the Thou.

A second axis is unilateral duty versus mutual event. Kant’s imperative binds my will regardless of the other — I must respect the scoundrel, the stranger, the unconscious, the absent. It is a duty I can always discharge alone. Buber’s I–Thou is a relation, a between; I can make myself available for it, but it arrives “through grace” and lives in reciprocity. Kantian respect is therefore robust and reliable (it does not depend on the other), where Buberian encounter is a gift that cannot be guaranteed — but in exchange it offers a fullness of meeting that the more austere Kantian respect does not contain.

Third, the part versus the whole. Kant respects specifically the rational nature and is famously wary of inclination and feeling; the person is honored qua noumenal rational agent, somewhat abstracted from the embodied, affective creature. Buber’s Thou is met as a whole being — body, feeling, presence — and “only with the whole being.”

Fourth, a subtle structural point about simultaneity versus rhythm. Kant’s zugleich insists that use and respect occupy the same act at the same time. Buber holds that encounter and use alternate — the moment I objectify, even in order to respect-as-rational-instance, the Thou recedes; life is an oscillation, not a coincidence. Where Kant harmonizes using and honoring in one stroke, Buber separates meeting and using into a tragic rhythm.

Finally, ethics versus ontology. Kant gives a law, a normative “ought,” a decision-procedure for the will. Buber is not, in that sense, giving an ethics at all; he is describing two modes of being, and the I–Thou is something you enter or are graced with, not something you obey. There is an implicit ethic — the readiness for dialogue is the human vocation, and the totalizing of the It is a kind of fallenness — but it is not a rule-ethics.

The most generous synthesis reads them as complementary rather than rival. The Formula of Humanity is the universalizable floor: the principled guarantee that protects every person — the absent, the stranger, the multitude — whether or not I am capable of encountering them as a Thou. The I–Thou is the maximal consummation: the actual lived meeting that Kantian respect gestures toward but cannot itself deliver. Kant secures the dignity of the third person; Buber consummates the presence of the second. One protects everyone; the other meets someone.

If you want to follow the thread further, Levinas is the natural next interlocutor: he found Buber’s reciprocity too symmetrical and comfortable, and reintroduced something closer to a radicalized Kantian heteronomy — the asymmetrical, non-negotiable ethical command issued by the face of the Other, which makes a claim on me before and regardless of any mutuality. That move sits, in a sense, exactly in the gap between Kant’s universal law and Buber’s mutual encounter — which may be why it has proven so hard to dislodge.

“Life is all about risk-taking, and some are more risk averse than others.”

Nothing New Under the Sun

It is the same wine in new bottles

That keeps getting served to us

And we keep getting fooled, always

It is the same embrace or erasure

Depending on what prarabdha decrees

And we keep distinguishing these things

Where actually there are no differences

And yet we think some loves are different

From some other loves we get in our lives

Flit we thus from relationship to relationship

Until we become wiser and realize somehow

More than “being loved”, it is “loving” that matters

And it is only our own loving that sets us free

And not any kind or degree of love from another

Until we ourselves become the love we want

I doubt if we will ever find rest on this earth.

My Reply to the Happy-Go-Lucky Girl

She thinks “it is just what the doctor ordered”

For me, that is, who she sees as being melancholic

She is too “happy-go-lucky” to appreciate

The troubles that life can make one pass through

Which leave their scars on every inch of one’s heart

Troubles not only by the way life has unfolded

But also troubles one has wrought on oneself

Through the wrong choices one has made in life

Through the wrong paths one has trod in one’s life

Where there is no erasing of the past, and memory lives on,

Suffering can be one’s constant buddy through thick and thin

Not that one minds suffering but that one accepts one’s lot

And realizes there are many ways of living one’s life

None totally correct, none totally incorrect, as far as one can tell

And, in this realization one also realizes that there is that

The prarabdha that none can alter, not even Brahma himself

So, while one has not become a victim of the Stockholm syndrome

One realizes that that which has taken over one’s soul

Will not let go of one easily until the wheel of karma turns

But the good news is that in this mood also a light shines

In one’s inner being, that lets one know one is not this

This entity that suffers, but merely a character that one loves

Unfortunately for the time being as oneself, and knows also

Through slow detachment from thoughts, slipping into silence

One can let go slowly, ever so slowly, of this primal illusion

That one indeed is what one is now taking oneself to be.

“Summa iru is not something we can choose to do or be. Summa iru happens when we understand the truth that truth can only be understood through Summa iru.”

A friend wrote: “Enlightenment ever eludes those who discuss it or hanker after it.”

I replied: Mumukshutva is an important drive that takes one to moksha, and mumukshutva to some extent is there due to divine grace.

Do not underestimate it.

Moreover, mumukshutva is there because one has seen through the game of life to a large extent.

So, do not be fooled by the elusiveness of enlightenment.

All good things take time.

Plod on.

Nididhyasana – summa iru; intellectual understanding alone is not enough.

Claude’s Adjudication: Both are right, but not symmetrically, and the asymmetry is the whole matter.

Your friend’s sentence is a true koan and a false proposition. As a koan it points at something real: the “I” that hankers after enlightenment is precisely the knot to be untied, so its wanting tightens what it means to loosen. Discussion can congeal into śabda-jāla, the net of words in which manana never ripens past cleverness. Krishnamurti said it sharpest — the seeking, the becoming, is the conditioning that forbids the seeing. So far, your friend.

But as a flat proposition — “enlightenment ever eludes those who discuss or hanker” — it overreaches and quietly contradicts the tradition it leans on. Mumukṣutva is not a snare the śāstra warns against; it is the fourth qualification it requires. Every jñāni who ever opened his mouth — Śaṅkara prolific, Ramana answering for fifty years, Nisargadatta talking without cease — falsifies “those who discuss it.” Taken literally the aphorism would have to discard the whole jñāna-mārga, which is nothing but discussion calibrated to adhikāra. It is the kind of sentence that is liberating to hear once and disabling to believe.

Your reply is the more complete one, and pastorally the correct one, because it keeps the path legitimate. You’re right that mumukṣā is grace already at work — the wanting is the pull of the Self on the jīva, not the jīva’s vanity — and right that it arises only because the game has been seen through far enough to spoil the smaller appetites. The desire for liberation is the one desire whose fulfilment abolishes the desirer: Ramakrishna’s stick that stirs the pyre and is then thrown in. One does not renounce mumukṣutva; one rides it until it consumes itself.

Where I’d press you: your “do not be fooled by the elusiveness — plod on, all good things take time” answers in the vyāvahārika while your friend was speaking, however clumsily, from the pāramārthika. The elusiveness is not only a test of patience to be outlasted; it is also instruction. It says that what you seek is anterior to the seeker, so no quantity of seeking reaches it the way effort reaches an object in time. Moksha is not a future event that diligence accumulates toward — that framing keeps it forever one step ahead, which is exactly the eluding your friend names. Concede him that much: the wanting must mature from “I will attain That” into a wanting that no longer grasps, or it remains the obstacle he describes.

And here is where the two of you actually meet — in your last line. Nididhyāsana, summa iru. That is not a third option between his “stop” and your “continue.” It is the ripening of seeking into being, the point where śravaṇa and manana fall silent and the desire that drove them has burned down to stillness. Your friend is right that discussion eludes; you are right that one must nonetheless begin in discussion; both are dissolved in summa iru, where there is no longer a discusser, a hankerer, or anything held at a distance to elude.

From the Ajāta height your friend is simply correct — Gauḍapāda’s na baddho na ca sādhakaḥ, na mumukṣur na vai muktaḥ: none bound, none practising, none seeking liberation, none freed; eṣā paramārthatā. The very śruti-register negates the mumukṣu you defend. But Ajāta is the final view, not a method, and to hand it to a sādhaka still standing on the path is mistimed teaching — premature pāramārthika, the Neo-Advaita error that issues paralysis dressed as freedom. The art is adhikāra-bheda. To one who has not yet plodded, “plod on” is grace. To one who has plodded long and now clutches the plodding, “summa iru” is grace. Your friend dispensed the second medicine; you dispensed the first; the patient decides which he is.

So: hold your ground, but grant him his koan. Plod on — toward the day the plodding stops on its own.

“Meanwhile, the dream continues…”

This Dream

This dream

That sometime seems

More like a nightmare

Yet how we are caught

In this sleep we call life

Where all around we see

Change, relentless change

We pretend we can wing it

And somehow secure

A steady nook and corner

Where the winds blow less.

“Since the very real possibility and probability exists that tomorrow could be our last day here on this earth (though today itself or even the next second could be it, strictly speaking), why are we still clinging to everything and everyone in our life? How come that possibility and probability does not seem real to us?”

“Only those who do not mind dying are not reborn again.”

“God created the night so that we could sleep and forget our wife for at least 8 hours.”

“Pay attention to that light inside yourself that ‘sees’ on the outside not only the light but also the darkness.”

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Before your name.
Before your roles.
Before your story.

Who were you?

▶️ Watch →
https://youtu.be/05Yut9bmS_c

#Zen #Koan #SelfInquiry #Awareness #Meditation #Identity

Before your name.
Before your roles.
Before your story.

Who were you?

▶️ Watch →
https://youtu.be/05Yut9bmS_c

#Zen #Koan #SelfInquiry #Awareness #Meditation #Identity

Before your name.
Before your roles.
Before your story.

Who were you?

▶️ Watch →
https://youtu.be/05Yut9bmS_c

#Zen #Koan #SelfInquiry #Awareness #Meditation #Identity

Before your name.
Before your roles.
Before your story.

Who were you?

▶️ Watch →
https://youtu.be/05Yut9bmS_c

#Zen #Koan #SelfInquiry #Awareness #Meditation #Identity

Before your name.
Before your roles.
Before your story.

Who were you?

▶️ Watch →
https://youtu.be/05Yut9bmS_c

#Zen #Koan #SelfInquiry #Awareness #Meditation #Identity

🐄 The Cow Story | Acharya Prashant

Watch. Reflect. Question what you’ve been told.

🎥 The Cow Story
📱 Acharya Prashant App

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#CriticalThinking #TruthOverBelief
#SelfInquiry #Gita #IndianPhilosophy

🐄 The Cow Story | Acharya Prashant

Watch. Reflect. Question what you’ve been told.

🎥 The Cow Story
📱 Acharya Prashant App

#TheCowStory #AcharyaPrashant
#CriticalThinking #TruthOverBelief
#SelfInquiry #Gita #IndianPhilosophy

Self-inquiry without surveillance. Zen Courtyard runs on-device, lets you journal kōans, and cultivates quiet attention—no accounts required. #Meditation #Privacy #SelfInquiry

Self-inquiry without surveillance. Zen Courtyard runs on-device, lets you journal kōans, and cultivates quiet attention—no accounts required. #Meditation #Privacy #SelfInquiry

Self-inquiry without surveillance. Zen Courtyard runs on-device, lets you journal kōans, and cultivates quiet attention—no accounts required. #Meditation #Privacy #SelfInquiry

Self-inquiry without surveillance. Zen Courtyard runs on-device, lets you journal kōans, and cultivates quiet attention—no accounts required. #Meditation #Privacy #SelfInquiry